All hell broke loose in no time. Harry's team found themselves now in full combat with an animated skeleton of the deceased Basilisk. It seemed an impossible and quite uncommon occurrence, this type of magic.

'Look out!' Faith called to Harry as the creature snapped its tail at him. Harry was able to didge it in time, allowing it to hit the nearby wall, creating a hole about torso sized.

'Hay!' a shout from the other side of them. Ten of the enemy appeared and began to fire hexes at them.

Harry commanded his team to take shelter behind the serpent heads. The skirmish ensued. Harry found himself fighting ten werewolf hostiles and a giant undead snake. 'We can't keep this up, sir!' cried Auror Haytham as he extended his wand to return fire at the enemy.

'I'm working on it!'

-UNREVEALED-

There was a trickle of sweat rolling down Hermione's nose, a drop that she was completely focused upon. Something, anything that would release her from her fears and tribulations. She needed anything to stop her eyes from darting at the syringe filled with the Ultimate Werewolf serum.

Her breathing was laboured, making her throat sore with every intake of air, the thick and musky air. How did this happen to her family she wondered. Why?

They had her, her daughter, and who could tell what was happening to her son. She looked up at Lavender as she attached a needle on the syringe and examined it closely, probably admiring the greenish liquid. There was a crazed glint in her eyes that Hermione did not fail to see.

Hermione understood, she knew that Lavender was a broken woman now. She was traumatised or at least she was previously.

'I…' Hermione started, 'I…understand your hurting, Lavender, believe me, I do.'

The werewolf leader huffed, dismissing her captive to mere rubbish. 'You know nothing of my pain.'

'And that is why I understand. I can never experience the same things you did, but I do understand why.' She let her digest her words first and to allow herself to gain some more strength. 'You were alone. You were dead, it's uncommon for this to have occurred but you were dead. People feared that of you, people that used to love you had in their mind that you had died.

I know how being alone felt, Lavender.'

The werewolf was flabbergasted. Was this true? Did Hermione know what it felt like to be…different?

'I wondered this planet for years in solitude and fear. Everywhere I went whether in the Muggle or Wizarding world I was met with…so much fear and anger. I wondered this planet in full werewolf form. It took ten years for my human form to return!'

Now this Hermione did not see coming. Could it be possible that she was reborn a wolf? It could be. The likes of her were more than just rare, through Hermione's readings she had never actually came across such a case.

Lavender was beginning to feel a little dizzy. All this emotion…it was quite new to her. 'I will tell you a secret, Hermione.' In her daze she placed her hands against the wall for support. 'I am not a woman that transforms into a wolf-like creature at full moon. I am a wolf-like creature, a Lycanthrope that transforms into a woman.'

Hermione was in shock. This was new information to her, Hermione Granger-Weasley, renowned Magical Historian and best witch of her age.

'I have to keep focus every second of everyday to keep this form and in light of a full moon…well let's just say it's difficult thus I just don't bother.' Hermione watched as she detached herself from the wall and turned towards her. 'For centuries, my kind has been feared and hunted. Too long have we let you persecute us out of fear of your numbers.' She then held the serum up to her as if it were a holy relic. 'Now I will be able force them to join us.'

Lavender was deranged, beyond just mere broken, she was shattered and then those shards spat upon. That was the state of damage this woman was in. She put the serum down and looked at her captive, eyes dilated in a crazed look.

'Starting with…you,' she was now not pointing at Hermione, rather at her belly. 'Your child will be the proof that I need before I finish my plan. You see, the first transformation is the hardest to control—wolfsbane potion or not. You fall into a fit of chaos unimaginable. I intend to spread the serum out to the public…then watch as the world tears itself apart through fear.' She approached Hermione slowly, tormentingly, like stalking a prey for dinner. 'I'll start with the children. They'll then see how much their family, their society loves them!'

'Lavender, you don't have to do this, there are people who still love you, who still care about you—'

'You're lying!' she snapped, eyes now turning black, the eyes of her werewolf form. 'Where do you think I'd have gone to after rising from my grave?!

I went home, I spoke with my family. I told them how I rose from my tomb and you know what my mother said?' Hermione was silent. 'She said "My daughter died at Hogwarts protecting the world. She didn't care that I had come back from the dead. No, she'd rather a human martyr than a surviving monster!'

Hermione was in tears now. She felt for her, truly she did. How could a mother say such a thing? She took some time to react to her story but then recomposed herself as best she could. 'Lav—although I'm not your closest friend, I am your friend. You say your mother rejected you but she isn't your only family.' Though it didn't seem like it, Lavender was listening and her eyes return to her normal brown. 'What about us, your friends from Hogwarts? We're your family too.'

Now it was Lavender's turn to be on the verge of tears. It was true, Hogwarts was her home. Gryffindor was her family for seven years up to the moment everything went black, then red.

It was the red that she could not help but concentrate on. 'Family is granted to the living.'

Next thing another werewolf in full form appeared, his black fur tainted wet, eyes a black void. 'Brown, we have company,' he reported.

'What is it now,' Lavender replied in annoyance.

'A group of five Aurors have arrived. They're fighting a basilisk.'

Lavender shot up, looking at him in bewilderment. 'What, the basilisk is still alive, I thought Potter killed it in second year?!'

'Ma'am, it is dead. Its bones are…alive.'

This was making very little sense to her now. 'What do you mean, "Alive"?'

The werewolf stumbled, nervously and with uncertainty. He looked down at her but in fear. 'It just rose out from the pool below the giant head of Slytherin. It began to attack them…and us.'

Lavender then turned to Hermione. 'What do you know of this magic?' she asked.

Hermione thought for a while but then just looked on at them with a smile on her face. 'Wouldn't you like to know?' she said smugly. So that was where she was, the Chamber of Secrets was where they were holding her and most importantly her daughter. If she kept the illusion that she knew anything about reanimated basilisks, it might stall the werewolves for a moment. If she remembered the layout of the hidden chambers that Ron showed her during the last Battle of Hogwarts, Ron would have to break into two teams.

If five were in the main chamber— that must be the first team headed by either Harry or Ron, seeing as they're both Senior Aurors. Enough to rescue Rose, she thought. Though five to the main chamber would mean that the second team covering the smaller chambers outside the entrance to the main hall, would be smaller.

Lavender sighed, 'Okay, I'll go and get the others,' said Lavender. 'Devil, I need you to stay here and watch Granger. Do not let her get to you, I need her alive… for now.'

Devil obediently nodded and stood by the door. Arms crossed, his giant wolf eyes focused on sentry.

Lavender looed to Hermione, smiling still, 'Looks like we'll have to finish this later, Hermione. I'm going to go deal with your rescuers. And if Ronald is among them…' she placed to hands on Hermione's wrists and came close to her ears. 'I'm going to force him to watch as the process of your unborn child takes its final steps. But first I'm going to cripple him, I'm going to break him, Hermione, in fact I'm going to break your entire family!'

With that she left. She left Hermione to the darkness to ponder her words. The torment of things she cannot help or prevent. Hermione was left to sob in the shadows.

But it was not the end. She had a wand in her hand. You see when Lavender moved in to further torture her with evil promises, Hermione found where the werewolf kept her wand stashed within her sleaves. Thus she was able to take it when she placed her hands on her wrists with a rough grip.

Hermione sighed. She was getting the hell out of here.

-=O=-

Faith with a produced glowing whip of magic slashed at the giant serpentine skeleton, causing it to distance itself for a while. Harry then shot a 'Stupify' at it.

The basilisk hit the face of Salazar Slytherin, breaking the statue's nose.

While Faith and Harry dealt with the monster, Haytham Grant defended against the new wave of werewolves as they crept from behind and fired. They wouldn't go any closer to their enemies. Harry guessed it was because of the Basilisk.

'There are more of them, sir!' shouted Haytham. 'What do we do?'

Harry's mind was in a bit of a daze. There was too much happening and they were dangerously close to the basilisk. Strangely though its eyes and a bit of the flesh around it were restored, its gaze did not kill them. It was in all respects save one, dead.

But they were embarrassingly outnumbered.

What was the famous 'Chosen One' to do?

It was a brilliant show of lights and explosions. Thunders echoed off the walls louder, turning the whooshing of their fired spells into ear shattering cries of war. Then the worst happened. A light spell hit Harry straight in the face. There was no damage but his glasses which had knocked off, they shattered on the floor.

Then…it came out of nowhere. Harry looked behind him, they all did as from the Chamber entrance behind them one of the snake head busts shot from its placing and smashed into the basilisk, crushing its own head into Slytherin's.

They're shooting stopped.

The basilisk writhed but it was not defeated. Then… out from the entrance, a man appeared he seemed small in stature, though Harry couldn't see well he could tell the man's face was hidden under a shadowy hood. But then he raised his hand at one of the snake busts and some invisible force broke the head off its neck.

It was magic that Harry had never seen before but the movement sort of reminded him of 'wingardium leviosa'.

The man then swung his hands and in doing so sent the head off at the basilisk. He did it again and again as he walked closer to them, and they watched amazed as the man sent all of the snake heads against the basilisk but it was not defeated.

The man began to pick up speed. By this time, the werewolves decided the man was an enemy and begun attacking him.

The hooded man with a mixture of both physical defence, either punching or turning their own momentum against them and sending the werewolves over his back and onto the wet ground, and magical defence where he created a burst of energy to send them off into the pool area with the basilisk.

This was an amazing show but the man was not done. The basilisk was still at large. The man ran up onto the side where he jumped up onto the neck of one of the busts and then launched up and over the basilisk. Arms stretched above his head the Aurors watched open mouthed as the man appeared to be holding a single bolt of lightning in his hands. He was wielding it like a sword and stabbed the top of the basilisk's head.

With a thunder that shook the entire room as well as every bone of the animated basilisk skeleton.

The man jumped back and landed right next to Harry but their eyes were glued to the basilisk as it suddenly dropped dead again. It vanished into the depth of the pool.

'What…' Harry was speechless.

'That was…' continued Faith, '...effing awesome!'

'Is that you, Bail?' Harry had to ask.

The man picked up Harry's broken glasses. The man didn't even incant a spell but one single touch and Harry's shattered lenses remade itself. Then the mysterious man pulled down his hood to reveal a young man with dark hair sharp cheekbones and large ears. It was a man none of them have seen before…wait…Harry has however. Yes, it was the same man from London, the young man that came with Bruce Wayne. 'No, Mr Potter. My name is Colin.'

-=W=-

Author's Note: So how was it? I know this one isn't as lengthy or as full as some of my other ones. I hope you liked it all the same. Please send me a private message on what you think about an expanded shared universe merging all of these intended universes. So far I've got Potterverse, DC Universe and even Assassin's Creed. I might decide some more characters from more universes. But just tell me first what you think about it.